This little burg hits the sweet spot where high adventure meets a low cost of living
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From EVA cushioning to molded midsoles, these shoes are designed to feel good
From cruising through town to shredding in the mountains, North Lake Tahoe has the trail network and varied terrain that every cyclist is chasing
The Ethiopian runner averaged 5:02 per mile en route to a 2:11:53 finish
The new jobs program will hire 20,000 young adults to boost climate resilience and environmental justice
Wraparound sunglasses are back in a big way. Why?
Chris Warner’s historic achievement was claimed “just for the fun of it”
Vertical World and Perfect Descent manufacture settle with climber who sustained a 30-foot fall
Nick’s Cove is the North Bay’s most charming home base for exploring Point Reyes and cycling or cruising Highway One in search of adventure. Not to mention fresh oysters, house cocktails crafted with local ingredients, and an enchanting boat shack to enjoy them.
Nature as Medicine
Scientists know being outdoors boosts your brain. Now the big question is: Why?
Adventure athletes like pro snowboarder Eric Jackson have begun to dabble in the pursuit, helping create a bridge between two previously distinct outdoor communities.
A working mom’s experiment with forced midday snoozes
People are searching for community, better quality of life, and more outdoor access. These towns check all of those boxes and then some.
Good for the planet, better for your innards. Plant-based hot dogs are a win-wiener.
No commands, rules, or directives here. Just a gentle nudge towards something truly lovely.
In 2016, a large forest fire jumped the Athabasca River and headed straight for Fort McMurray, a large oil town 600 miles south of the Arctic Circle. In this excerpt from “Fire Weather: A True Story from a Hotter World,” writer John Vaillant chronicles the moment the fire enters town, forcing nearly 90,000 people to flee in what remains the largest, most rapid single-day evacuation in the history of modern fire.
Whatever terrain you encounter the Salomon Ultra Glide 2 can handle with its cushioned, stable, and nimble ride
In this episode of the 101, Bryan Rogala tours cameraman Corey Leavitt’s new 2002 Dodge Ram 2500 build-out. Here's how Leavitt spent months gutting and renovating it.
This week, in the run-up to Father’s Day, we bring you the story of a family that wanted to better understand the meaning behind dad’s crazy stories.
A Black southerner who grew up during the dying years of Jim Crow journeyed north as a young man to pursue life as a writer and scholar. Fate brought him back, and he fell in love with a troubled part of the state known around the world as the birthplace of the blues.
The flat fields of the Mississippi Delta seem endless, and they can magically transport a traveler into the past. Sometimes when I’m driving through a stretch of this crescent-shaped part of northwest Mississippi—not to be confused with the region hundreds of miles south of here where the Mississippi River flows into the Gulf of Mexico—I look at the landscape and feel like I’m in one of those classic shots taken by a Depression-era photographer like Dorothea Lange. I know those photos intimately from the pages of books, but when I’m here, I’m also wandering through the early pages of my life.
My family once lived in the Delta, and I’ve been visiting it since I was a child. But if I’m being honest, I didn’t fully appreciate the richness of this place until I was well into middle age, when I came back to Mississippi to teach after decades of living in the Northeast.
I’ve always been fascinated by the dramatic drop you experience just north of Yazoo City—near the southern end of the Delta—when your car goes down a hill and, suddenly, the land looks tabletop flat for as far as you can see. In my mid-forties, to connect with the memory of my younger self, I began driving Delta roads as a pastime. Later I began to wander from them and ramble through towns with a litany of colorful names—Midnight, Alligator, Panther Burn, Egypt—unsure what I was searching for. Now, at age 65, I’m still driving around, with a new and profound sense of wonder.